How terrifying was Kang Shi when his fury reached its boiling point?
Qian Yong knew. Shen Tang knew, too.
But the first to know was Jiang Sheng, who was skilled at reading qi.
"My lord, do you need an umbrella?"
Shen Tang: "..."
She had just been about to leave the tent, but immediately drew back her left foot. Then she cautiously poked her head out and glanced up at the sky. Only after confirming there were no birds circling overhead did she let out a breath. "Why do I need an umbrella again? Where has Kang Jishou gone off to this time?"
The last time had taught Shen Tang a hard lesson. Whenever Jiang Sheng asked if she wanted an umbrella, she automatically translated it as, "My lord, Kang Jishou's gone off to gamble again, and disaster is about to rain down on you." She was already on the verge of tears.
Through gritted teeth, she said, "No, didn't I tell him to act according to the situation? Qiu Cheng's troops are stuck in Xiaocheng and can't get out. Where's he going to find an enemy formidable enough to make him spend a huge amount of Qi Yun?"
Jiang Sheng didn't answer.
He merely looked at his dark, unfortunate lord with sympathy.
Before he could offer any words of comfort, Shen Tang had already found an excuse for Kang Shi. Worried, she said, "Still, Ji Shou isn't one to lose his sense of proportion. It looks like he's really run into trouble. I'm fine here, but I don't know how things are going for him."
In Shen Tang's eyes, if Kang Shi used his Way of the Scholar, she might have a stretch of bad luck at most. But it could mean the difference between life and death for